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[April 28] [Fullmetal Alchemist] Laundry Day
Title: Laundry Day
Day/Theme: April 28, 2011 "enormous blankets"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Solf J. Kimblee & family (way back when)
Rating: PG
"Mom, wait! I can do that!" Solf offered, rolling up his sleeves as he rushed out of the orange grove. Lon hurried after, trying to match his older brother's steps, but promptly fell down in the grass.
Lydia clutched at the woven edge of the laundry basket as she watched their approach, her expression wobbling between a smile and a frown. Solf turned around and gave his hand to his brother, pulling him to his feet. Lydia gave a sign of relief and set the basket down.
What was it about having children that made her tense at such small things? If Lon fell down, she worried he would cry. Solf had rarely cried over anything at all since he was infant. They were very different boys. She worried she wasn't a good enough mother. James was no help in quelling her fears. She hated the way he shrugged off her concerns. It felt like he didn't even listen to her.
"Clothespins," Solf instructed his brother as he reached into the basket and pulled out a damp dress shirt.
Lon looked around for the box of clothespins, but it wasn't sitting out on the ground. He stood on tiptoe and tried to peer into the laundry basket, holding onto the rim to keep his balance. In a minute he was set to tip the whole thing over. Lydia leaned down and plucked the box out for her son, placing it carefully into his hands. "Thank you," he went right to work opening it up and passing two wooden clothespins on to Solf.
"Can you handle all of this? There are sheets in there and they're fairly unwieldy even for me, Solf."
"I can do it, Mom. I wouldn't volunteer if I couldn't," he said earnestly. The black brim of his cap began to slip down over his eyes and he gave his head a shake to jostle it back out of the way without putting down the edge of the blanket now in his hands.
"All right, just be careful. I know you always try to do a nice job, but if you decide you're not up to it, come and get me."
"Yes, Mom," both boys agreed.
Lydia kept glancing back over her shoulder as she headed back through the orange grove toward the house. A breeze was beginning to pick up. As it brushed past the clothesline and fresh laundry, Lon and Solf, wrestling with a sheet on a sea of green grass, looked like they were trying to raise a sail.
Day/Theme: April 28, 2011 "enormous blankets"
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character/Pairing: Solf J. Kimblee & family (way back when)
Rating: PG
"Mom, wait! I can do that!" Solf offered, rolling up his sleeves as he rushed out of the orange grove. Lon hurried after, trying to match his older brother's steps, but promptly fell down in the grass.
Lydia clutched at the woven edge of the laundry basket as she watched their approach, her expression wobbling between a smile and a frown. Solf turned around and gave his hand to his brother, pulling him to his feet. Lydia gave a sign of relief and set the basket down.
What was it about having children that made her tense at such small things? If Lon fell down, she worried he would cry. Solf had rarely cried over anything at all since he was infant. They were very different boys. She worried she wasn't a good enough mother. James was no help in quelling her fears. She hated the way he shrugged off her concerns. It felt like he didn't even listen to her.
"Clothespins," Solf instructed his brother as he reached into the basket and pulled out a damp dress shirt.
Lon looked around for the box of clothespins, but it wasn't sitting out on the ground. He stood on tiptoe and tried to peer into the laundry basket, holding onto the rim to keep his balance. In a minute he was set to tip the whole thing over. Lydia leaned down and plucked the box out for her son, placing it carefully into his hands. "Thank you," he went right to work opening it up and passing two wooden clothespins on to Solf.
"Can you handle all of this? There are sheets in there and they're fairly unwieldy even for me, Solf."
"I can do it, Mom. I wouldn't volunteer if I couldn't," he said earnestly. The black brim of his cap began to slip down over his eyes and he gave his head a shake to jostle it back out of the way without putting down the edge of the blanket now in his hands.
"All right, just be careful. I know you always try to do a nice job, but if you decide you're not up to it, come and get me."
"Yes, Mom," both boys agreed.
Lydia kept glancing back over her shoulder as she headed back through the orange grove toward the house. A breeze was beginning to pick up. As it brushed past the clothesline and fresh laundry, Lon and Solf, wrestling with a sheet on a sea of green grass, looked like they were trying to raise a sail.